Separation insists on our fleshly solidity and fragmentary lives.. Perceptions daily strengthen the confining argument.. We wish for transparency..for melting.. And search for relief in idolatrous ways.. Until-- Transparency is experienced as the real self melting away the too solid flesh which had convinced in our discomfort all those years...
Spoken by Hamlet, Hamlet Act 1 Scene 2: O, that this too too solid flesh would melt Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fixβd His canon βgainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world!